The chicken soup contained Lu Jiaxin's favorite chicken wings, both of them. Because the fat had all been skimmed off and it wasn't greasy, the aroma made her stomach growl with even more enthusiasm.
"Brother Feng," Lu Jiaxin said to Gu Wenfeng, "you should get yourself a bowl of chicken soup to line your stomach."
Gu Wenfeng was busy declining, indicating that he wasn't hungry.
Lu Jiaxin said with a smile, "I know very well whether you're hungry or not. Don't be polite, hurry up and eat, then go home to see your wife and kids."
Seeing Gu Wenfeng hesitate, she said, "Don't worry, I'm not going out today. My second brother and eldest brother will come over later. With so many people in the house, nothing will happen."
Under heaven's feet, except for special reasons, the Forty-nine City's public order has always been very good. The police station is not far from here, so there's really no need to worry.
